The Love Trap of the Ruler.
Chapters 106.
“You want your son, it's your son's cremated ashes! Leave it to him!” said Robert.
Graciella moved her eyes to the cremation jar that was directly thrust at her. Suddenly his head that was full and heavy now felt so empty. He could not even understand what Robert was saying.
“Moira? Where's my son?” graciella said again with her face that looked so dazed.
“This, this is your Moira!” robert said he took the urn and thrust it into Graciella's hand.
Graciella looked back at the cremation jar. The surface of the jar felt cold. Graciella only looked at the urn for a moment. His head was completely empty so he could not process it or indeed he was too shocked to listen to it.
“Master, where is my son? this can't be my son! no!” graciella asked again with tears. Actually in his mind he already knew what was happening. He just can't believe this is happening. And he can't, he really can't believe this.
“Explain to her how her daughter took her life!” said Robert who felt that he could not bear to see Graciella's cry. He immediately got out of that place.
“Your daughter cannot survive. He fell out of a sling during a revolt and hit his head, and he died. Last night your son was in cremation,” obviously Robert's personal assistant followed what his Master ordered.
Graciella heard it was really like she was struck by lightning, she was stunned instantly. Suddenly his head again seemed to be hit by a heavy burden so that his legs were no longer able to support his body. Graciella immediately sat down looking at the cremation jar of her little daughter. Seeing him open because he did not believe what was in his grasp.
This is his son's ashes. Yesterday he could still hear Moira's voice, but why now did they say that Moira, his little girl was now here. Nah! It can't be Moira! No way!
Graciella's lips are so vibrating, “No way! This is not my son! He is impossible, he is impossible, impossible!” graciella. The words could not come out of Graciella's mouth, which was as cold as being held in the snow. His entire body trembled to the point of making him shiver severely.
“It's up to you to want to believe it or not. But that's the truth. Until anytime, you will no longer be able to meet your child,” Assistant Robert immediately left Graciella.
Graciella who from earlier, her cries could not come out immediately roared so loudly. Feels claustrophobic. So tight that he couldn't breathe. It felt like half his life had just been plucked out of his body. It hurt so much that all of his joints lit up. His whole body was like numbness and tingling. He could no longer think anything. He just hugged the urn tightly, very tightly as if he was hugging Moira.
Moira, why did she have to suffer so misfortune just because of her. Graciella couldn't imagine her son's last seconds. How could he make his son like this. Wh why? Why would God allow her to meet her little daughter if in just a matter of days she took it away for all eternity. Why could God punish him this way! What had he done in this world that he had to feel hell before he even died. Graciella can only wail. Sometimes he just screams.
“Why did you kill my son!” graciella shouted softly! His screams and roars echoed throughout the room.
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Graciella felt something cold on her forehead. Graciella could not even open her eyes anymore because the heat on her body was so burning. Her tears could no longer come out. He did not even remember how long he could no longer open his eyes.
“Grachiella?” that sweet voice sounded. Sounds like motherhood. Graciella as much as possible saw who was next to her now. But no matter how he tried, he couldn't see it.
Monica picked up the wet cloth given by her assistant. He slowly tried to wipe the face of Graciella who looked as white as porcelain. His lips were even gray, pale as if there was no more blood on his face. Only the dried blood was still attached and the gaping wound had started to dry but it also looked a little festering infection.
Monica gazes at Graciella, however this woman is only a victim of all her husband's ambitions. They even left him in that underground banker alone and allowed him to die there. Fortunately, Monica was able to get the passcode from her husband's phone and immediately saw the state of Graciella.
Monica did not expect much at first. It's been three days that they left Graciella alone there. But somehow, this woman could survive without drinks and food and also with a state of severe dehydration and heat so high like this. As soon as she saw Graciella's terrible state, she immediately took her out to get medical help, now they're on their way to the hospital.
Monica knew what Graciella was grasping. The woman was always whispering about Moira. Monica could not even hold back her cries, however she was also a woman and also a mother. She knows how Graciella's heart is breaking now. He had never met his grandson more closely. But Monicajuga was sad to lose his first grandchild. She was an innocent victim of her husband's greed. Monica regrets initially supporting David and Robert.
“Let me die,” whispered Graciella as she shook her head. Removing his face from the cloth which he thought was so cold that it stung him.
“Do not, please stay alive. I can't help my son and grandson, so please stay alive. Let me atone for my sins,” Monica said softly.
Graciella who heard that with all her might opened her eyes. Although only a little he could finally see who was beside him. Graciella just looked at Monica blankly. That look felt more and more judgmental of Monica.
“You can't let me die so that I can't meet my son, until when you'll torture me,” Graciella said without a tone. His eyes showed no emotion. Empty, a empty soul that has been uprooted along with the departure of his son.
“I don't want to torture you, you have to live for your son, I know you've lost him. But you have to stay alive, Moira definitely wants her mother to live,” Monica said with tears that had gone down her face that still looked graceful and beautiful.
“Do not,” Graciella shakes weakly, “Do not call my son's name, you guys do not deserve.” Graciella can't cry anymore. Either because his tears had dried up or because he was already severely dehydrated, but even though his heart was crushed to hear the name of his son. But the tears no longer melted out.